Dusk - Chapter One - Misery (Part One)

    I curled myself up like a ball, staring at the window pane. My mind is spinning like a roller coaster. I felt dizzy so I put my head between my legs. The pain in my stomach makes my face crumble into a grimace. All I remember was the macaroni I ate just now and it tasted horribble. Now I think I have food poisoning, thanks to Mr. Macaroni.
   "Knock, knock." a hoarse, discordant voice seems to appear from the outside of my room. It is so annoying I could not bear it when it turns to a nag. I groaned and reached for the knob.
   "Honey, are you okay? Walter Stevens' macaroni is really scrumptious, isn't it, dear?" he kept on praising and praising him till I almost fainted.
   "Yeah, yeah, Dad, really ---" I keep searching for the right word to say. "Nice of him to cook for us, but do you think I need to get some sleep now?" I wrinkled my nose.
   Sam nodded, greeted me good night, then tumbled down stairs. Phew, now I've got some privacy. I lie down in my bed, feeling as comfortable as before. I cuddled my pet dog, Jingle in my arms. The sound of the snow knocking on my window is really irritating, and i felt a chill running down my spine. Jingle shivered, and licked my hand.
   "Aw Jing, you hate the snow too, aren't you?" my voice turned into a whisper.
   I jumped off my bed, reaching for my sweater and yanked it on. Jing is a poodle, so cute that I cannot resist to pay for her. I stroked her white fur, wondering if I really get to sleep tonight. I feel better now, free with all the aches. I turned the radio on, listening to Michael Jackson's 'You Are Not Alone'. But no, I am alone right now, all alone.
   The snow is making me cold, too, and I shrugged into my cozy little blanket. It was so cold I finally drifted off to sleep. The radio is still on. Michael's angelic voice was fading away. This was really a very ordinary peaceful night, right? Yeah, except for the pain in my stomach.
   Sam woke me up the next morning. I rubbed my eyes, done some stretching and get changed. I wore my casual wear, as usual. This is called simple and beautiful. Kaitlyn is waiting me down stairs, and I was trying my best to be quick, otherwise - late for school.
   "Hey sis, um... good morning! Uh, your hair looks like a pile of hay." Kate just can't stop teasing me.
   "Okay, Kate. I knew that already." I emphasized. I brushed my hair with both of my hands, feeling lazy to comb it. "I hate combing my hair, you know."
   My sister looked at me for a while, and flashed a wide grin at me. Jingle keep wagging her tail at me. She licked my feet. I threw my bag aside, kneeled down and cradled Jingle in my arms.